Future

[LavyBrown]

"Is that suppoes tp mean something to me?"

[Ginny Weasly]

Winry shook her head, sitting down. She slipped off her necklace, playing with it.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy rolled her eyes and then jumped back on Sunshowers back.

[ronweazley122]

Vince just watched,looking thoughtful* *he got a mental message from his grandfather* *he glanced over at lavy*Granpa says hi...and he also says,something about seeing Ginny....wait...

[LavyBrown]

"Tell him I said hi back....." Lavy started. "What about Ginny?" She made a clicking sound with her toung and and Sunshower satrted walking around Vince and Winry. As he did so he closed his wings so he didn't hurt himself of anyone else.

[Ginny Weasly]

Winry didn't look at him, but she stopped playing with her orb, which indicated she was listening.

[ronweazley122]

*vince lowered his head and looked down*He's gone...*vince held back a sob*(wow,killing me is easier then I would have thought...)

[LavyBrown]

(lolz)

Lavy jumped off Sunshower's back and walked over to Vince. "Are you going to be ok?"

[ronweazley122]

*vince didn't look up,but nodded his head*Yeah..I guess...I mean,thats the way life works...

[LavyBrown]

"That's the worse part about life." Lavy leaned foward and gave Vince a hug.

[_Lavender_]

{{OOOOoooo, I can't help but join! ;D I love threads like this ^.^ }}


A soft voice, a male's, a young male's, voice grumbled just away from the clearing where the group was, as in a feint flash of brisk grayish light, the lean, very athletic boyish form of the nine year old adopted form of Lavender's son appeared, trained and mastered in many of his mothers tricks in his young age. He wore dusty, worn black jeans and a mud stained white shirt. He was barefoot, something that came to him as naturally as it came to his mother, and covered in dirt. Childs play.
He was a beautiful thing. A long, narrow face, and an already muscled form, strands of his jet black hair dangling before his eyes in a way that related to his mother - he constantly brushed it away, though it had a way of falling right back again. He finally cared not of it anymore. Already, his features promised to be quite handsome and well defined in manhood, more so, then they already were.
With keen senses and an astounding hearing span, he heard the group in the clearing. And with great interest, he messed his hair and brushed it from his eyes, hooked his thumbs in his jean pockets, and strode with thick feet into the clearing, a feeling of certain truthful placement entering his thoughts. He slightly recognized those there, from the many stories his mother had told him, and he grinned their way good naturedly. So long he and his mother had been away from her friends - mainly, for she had fallen ill the last few years, but now that she was all right in his standards {very high and deep rooted in concern for her, ergo, she was completely, utterly healthy}, he had been granted permission to wander - though he knew she would be right behind if even a frightened thought passed his mind. He loved his mother dearly - she understood him so very well.

"Hi," he said cheerfully.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy turned and looked at the boy. "Hello. I don't belive we've ever been introducued."

[_Lavender_]

"Nope," he agreed, inclining his head in a way that deeply reflected Lavenders sincere court-like qualities. He repeated many a things she did, taught to be respectful in the presence of others. "Mother and I've been away for a while."
He grinned and snapped his fingers {again, ghostly and mirroring Lavender's smooth movements}, his clothes and body instantly cleaned and crisp. He didn't much like to be cleaned, but he liked to be presentable. Especially since his mother had finally told him, he was the inheriting Lord of Lavender's true, deceased line of family's kingdom. It was unknown to mortals, and until she had told him all about it, he had known nothing of it either. There was a lot in his bloodline that he didn't know of – but he was coming to grips with it. Much easier than his mother had, when she was younger.

"I'm Tavis."

[LavyBrown]

Lavy smiled. "Would your mother by any chance be Lavender?"

[_Lavender_]

"Yup," he beamed. "Good guess, Miss."